The Shattered Flame

Loosing a Fight

Danny's P.O.V.

Its been four days, all together, Chester has been in a coma for seventeen, maybe eighteen days. He has been in the Vegetative State for five days. My parents began to get worried, once I stopped coming home. However, once I knew Chester could hear me, I did not want to leave. I had not answered my phone, I had just stayed with Chester. His dad stopped bye a few times, just to check in to make sure Chester had not waken up. However, if that had happened, I would have called him. Julia even stopped by at one point. We did not talk at all. We just sat there, in Chester's room.

However, I am not at the hospital now. My parents, most likely my mother, go worried that I wasn't home. Most likely my mother was just upset that I wasn't spending time with Miles. So here I am, at my house. Sitting in my room, back at the windowsill. Today, happened to be a Tuesday. I have refused to school. I haven't wanted to go without Chester. Today, just like yesterday, I have stared out the window. I've listened to Bon Jovi, Queen, and Journey none stop. I found myself, once I parents wanted me to leave the hospital, at Chester's house. Mr. Addams let me in an I found his music. Once I had left there, I took it with me, and that is all I have listened to. If I could not be with Chester, I wanted something to keep my mind from eating me alive.

Quietly I looked down at the picture of Chester and his mom. This was another thing that I asked if I could take. It was in a frame, on Chester's bed side. I thought, that once my parents allowed me to leave again, I would take it and leave it with Chester. I remembered how he talked about his mother.

I sighed and smiled. "I miss you, Chester." I said quietly.

"Chester?" A voice said quietly. "Babe, I thought we talked about this."

I turned around and pulled out my head phones. Only to see Miles standing in my doorway. I gulped and looked at my phone. Neither one of my parents where home either. "Miles?" My voice cracked.

"So," He said walking in and closing the door. "I talked to Julia the other day, when she got me arrested." Slowly I stood up, my heart race quickening. Chester quickly pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me. "Sit down!" He yelled. Quickly I sat down as goosebumps ran down my spine. "I think we need to have another talk about our relationship, Danny."

I gulped and ran my hands over my mouth. "Miles," I said quietly.

"Did I ask you to talk?" Miles screamed, making me jump. Slowly I looked away, tears filling my eyes. I brought my hand to my mouth. "Answer me!"

Jumping again I shook my head. "No," I said at a whisper.

"Good, now, after Julia and I got things settled, and I posted bail, I thought I need to pay a visit to you. However, when I stopped by, guess what?" Miles said smiling. His smile dropped when I did not answer him. "Guess!" He yelled.

Quickly my bottom lip began to quiver. "What?" I said as the tears began to fall.

"Your mom told me you were at the hospital with Chester. My first thought was, who the hell is Chester? Then it hit me, Chester Addams, that moron from school. The psycho who should kill himself. Danny, you have been cheating on me with the loon. Back at the hospital when I thought we worked out our relationship, you were cheating!"

Quickly I shook my head. "No," I cried. "No, Chester and I are just friends."

As I said that Miles moved closer, holding the gun to my head. "No guy, is going to be just friends with you, Danny."

Closing my eyes I lied. "Miles...I love you," Quietly I paused and looked him in the eyes. "Only you," I said, my voice shaky. "You're...you're my Romeo, you're...you're perfect."

Miles smiled and put the gun next to me. Quietly he brought his hand to mind and held it. "I knew you just needed to clear your vision." He said. Quietly he brought his other hand to my face, and softly ran his thumb over my cheek. Wiping away one of my tears, he leaned forward and laid his lips onto mine. Quickly I glanced at the gun, and took the chance I saw.

Standing quickly I pushed him back. He stumbled back and fell onto the floor, hitting his head on my dresser. "Bitch," he yelled as I ran around him and out of my room. Down the stairs I stared, the adrenaline pumping through my veins and fear stuck in my mind. Don't look back, do not be a stupid horror movie chick. I thought as I ran down the rest of the steps. "Oh, Danny!"Miles yelled behind me. Crying I ran through the living room to the front door. "Danny!" Miles said once again, this time closer. I slammed into the door. Grabbing the handle and attempting to open the door. Behind me I heard Miles chuckle. "You really thought I was going to leave the door unlocked?" Miles said right in my left ear.

Loudly, a scream escaped my mouth, not a long one, just a stunned one. "Miles, please!" I cried as I felt my knees beginning to buckle.

Miles chuckled quietly and turned me around to face him. He smiled to me as he jabbed the gun into my abdomen. "I thought we were happy, I thought you loved me. What happened to us, Danny."

I took a deep breath. "I do...I do love you, Miles," I said crying. "But the gun, your scaring me. If you just put it away we can talk about this."

Miles laughed and jabbed the gun farther into my stomach. "No, we are done working things out. I'm already going to prison. I might as well go for murder to." He said, as he pulled the trigger.

The look in his eyes was enough to kill me he didn't need the gun. The lust, the anger, that was enough. He was so angry. It showed in his eyes. Then...He pulled the trigger, he let me fall, and I watched as he walked out. He proved to me, again and again, he never loved me. Miles never cared. He left me to lay there, bleeding.

If it had not been for the loud gunshot, I would not have  known I had been shot. Even then, it sounded like a firework. I felt no pain, other than the burning on my back. I was filled with fear, my heart and brain pounding. Addicted, I was addicted to adrenaline. I couldn't calm down. The sound of blood rushing through my ears was loud. I was numb. Cold. With a burning on my back.

Quietly, I looked over to the stairs, remembering the first time Chester was over. When he stood at the steps, telling me he had never been to a girls house, never stayed over. I smiled. I should have just kissed him there and then. I should have accually done something. Sighing and looking down to my stomach, I brought my hand to where I was bleeding. Slowly, my body began to feel cold, that's when I really began to missed Chester. His flame, his heart. I would never get to tell him what happened. I would never get to say goodbye. "Chester..." I said out loud, even though I knew he wasn't going to hear me. I smiled and looked up to the sky. "You have to...to fight."